Tom was NOT in a good mood. Firstly, he was just sitting there doing absolutely nothing, and believe me, the chief ain't liking that a lot, while somebody else is doing his job. Not that he can sculpt the scull. Secondly, James Potter isn't there! Not like he can't solve a case or anything, it'll just be a little bit quicker with him close by.

Speaking of his little case-cracking guy, he had a trail of thoughts about the Potter boy. This case was a key. For that boy's past, I mean…this cadaver has something to do with him. The mystery is how?

For a boy of nineteen, being in the F.B.I. wasn't very common. Because you had to be offered. And because you had to be offered, how did the previous boss offer James a spot? There was no connections between them…they aren't blood relatives either. Plus this is America and he came from England? It just didn't make any sense to Tom. Too bad the past boss went missing just a year after James arrived.

Going back to thinking about James Potter instantly led to Lily Evans. They weren't really in good terms, but why'd they come together then? And how the hell can James know somebody from England that was killed in America, when the body isn't even foreign?

Staring on the wall, thinking, Tom hit himself mentally. Why'd I not think of this before? He got up to call James and drag his sorry ass back to work.

***

Putting the phone down, the newly awakened man quickly went to the shower, got dressed and put his shoes on. He wasn't at all delighted on going back to work, but as the saying goes, "The show must go on!" putting his coat on, James checked the clock: 6 a.m., the things I do for work! His eyes flickered to the redhead on his bed and again he felt the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. He adjusted his glasses and made an attempt to un…mess his messy hair but to no avail. James ignored the gilt that plagued him with a shrug and a little mutter of, "at least I haven't slept with her…yet."

He stood in front of the mirror and fixed his belt, he turned around and again his eyes landed on Lily. Slowly, James approached her. He shook his head, damn, some of the husbandly duties tainted my pure Marauders vow. He leaned down and brushed some locks of red hair from her face and kissed her forehead, and whispered her name gently.

Well, that was suppose to wake his 'wife' up, but something was telling him not to. He shrugged, muttering, "this is for the small amount of pardon, I guess." As he reached the door, the black haired man took a pen and paper, scribbled a little "I'm at work, see you later." He hesitated but wrote it down anyway. Again the F.B.I agent shook his head, he couldn't believe he was doing this.

***

Ringing.

Ringing was the first thing that Lily heard and she was frustrated at being interrupted, Is it the alarm clock already? Wait, do I even have an alarm clock? Lily thought as she got up and did some quick stretches and then picked up the phone, yawning, "Hello?"

The red head thought it would be some guy from work and imagine her surprise when a female answered her 'hello?', "Hello, darling, is James there?"

Her green eyes scanned the room, where was James? And that's where she saw the note by the desk, she picked it up and it read, "I'm at work, see you later." And further down was, "I love you."

"Are you still there, darling?"

Lily raised a brow, who was this woman, "Yes, he's not here right now…can I ask who is this?"

"I'm the owner of the hotel," the steadfast voice replied with little amount of humility, "and I just want to know how my friend will pay the bill."

The twenty one year old sighed with relief and feeling that the owner of the hotel was getting impatient in the other end of the line, she answered, "Sorry, ma'am, I have no idea," hearing herself say this, Lily thought that kind of answer was no excuse so she added, "he left for work early, I'm his wife though, I'll just tell him to—"

"Wait," the hotel owner said abruptly, "what did you say?"

"I didn't mean to offend—"

"No, no, I'm simply just asking, what you said last?" her voice calm.

Lily frowned of how the woman was acting so weird but answered, "he left for work early and since he's bound to me by marriage—"

"MARRIAGE!" the voice exclaimed flabbergasted, "well, by all Ravenclaw's knowledge! James Potter, Marauder's leader, king of Hogwarts and number one pranker is married? Well, who would have thought? I must meet you my dear girl, er, what's your name?"

"It's Lily, though there's—"

A slim chance that we even know each other, was the sentence to be answered but the woman, again, interrupted, "Lily Evans?"

"Lily Evans," she breathed, "yes…" at least she remembers he maiden name.